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Nov 2017
The horror of the thought of my immoral actions, likewise like the thieves,
Likewise like the ******.
Equal as any immortal actions, no greater nor less likewise,
As the day of judgement when our body’s go into slumber
Our souls will hear our judgement as this poem makes you wonder, a sin is a sin, no greater nor less, what makes you think you're better? When we are all rebels with our human nature.
01— The  Chariot , sleeping giant where stuck on replay in my head.
02—this poem about how we make   Certain crime worse then other ones but the Bible teaches us sin is sin not one is greater or less but the same.
James smith
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James smith  30/M/Ca
(30/M/Ca)   
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